The Nomad Chronicles

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Angel and I are white tigers in a place that looks like a forest in Europe. We are playfully wrestling at the foot of a castle. I feel so natural as a tiger, I have no lucidity.

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Angel and I are now in half human half tiger form. We stand at the top of a sea cliff. We are wearing mideavel clothes. The grass is bright green. Everything is vivid and beautiful. We watch a bright orange sunset, and I hold her as the sun dips into the sea.

This dream was so beautiful, I can't really put it into words.